[True to predictions he has not managed to get his color back to anything close to normal in between the toast and Hikage running his mouth and himself running his mouth in every possible way and in an increasingly mutual spiral; if this goes on much longer he's in danger of just accepting the new feverish state of his thoughts (or lack thereof) and all of his impulses.
(This particular pace won't and shouldn't last, but he vaguely kind of wants it to. Instinctively he's already filing it away for later, because flinging himself headfirst into the unknown is kind of a character trait.)
No matter how much they're stumbling and tripping over each other and the rest of society that nominally still exists it all feels a whole lot better than anything has felt in a while. A long while, really. And it certainly helps that he's not alone in this ridiculous downward slide into debauchery here.]
Right. [there's the softest flicker of amusement because Subete is distracted again now and getting more distracted by the minute; there's no resistance to the last minute kiss, he sinks into it readily and it takes moment or two of staring and Hikage actually getting on with his order for him to remember his own suggestion] ... Right. Niku kimchi don to go. And the sake, please.
[Things that he can apparently do on the fly while drunk: mind his manners for no good reason and remember inconsequential skim overs of menus from what seems to be at least a few hours ago. Now that they're rid of the waitress he spends a few more idle moments getting led in circles by Hikage attempting to talk with his hands before he starts fumbling in his pockets--]
Phone, phone... Ah. [the house probably fell on it but he's too busy giving up which just means capturing Hikage's wayward hands with his own again] You really probably could.
[Does he know what they're even talking about or--]
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(This particular pace won't and shouldn't last, but he vaguely kind of wants it to. Instinctively he's already filing it away for later, because flinging himself headfirst into the unknown is kind of a character trait.)
No matter how much they're stumbling and tripping over each other and the rest of society that nominally still exists it all feels a whole lot better than anything has felt in a while. A long while, really. And it certainly helps that he's not alone in this ridiculous downward slide into debauchery here.]
Right. [there's the softest flicker of amusement because Subete is distracted again now and getting more distracted by the minute; there's no resistance to the last minute kiss, he sinks into it readily and it takes moment or two of staring and Hikage actually getting on with his order for him to remember his own suggestion] ... Right. Niku kimchi don to go. And the sake, please.
[Things that he can apparently do on the fly while drunk: mind his manners for no good reason and remember inconsequential skim overs of menus from what seems to be at least a few hours ago. Now that they're rid of the waitress he spends a few more idle moments getting led in circles by Hikage attempting to talk with his hands before he starts fumbling in his pockets--]
Phone, phone... Ah. [the house probably fell on it but he's too busy giving up which just means capturing Hikage's wayward hands with his own again] You really probably could.
[Does he know what they're even talking about or--]